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01-16-2014, 09:31 PM
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a war waiting to be won The black wraith queen would mingle amongst the branches of the mile-high woods, content with being yards upon yards above terra firm. Her fascination with the gnarled trees was not to be questioned because she did not know the answer. The harlot heard the crunching of paw steps, the uncertainty of the gait hinting at a stranger. A resonating growl would hush the forest creatures - though there weren't many due to the chill in the air. Glaciem's Queen would find herself moving amongst the foliage like a leopard, paw steps hardly making a sound in her moments. When she could scale the trees no closer to the stranger, she would leap from a low-hanging branch, landing in the snow. It was a dismount well practiced, and not a hair would fall out of place as she stood eyeing the newcomer. The vixen certainly had one thing going for her, her femininity alone - though Sendoa hardly saw that as an attractive feature. In fact, since the birth of her whelps, she found this feature to be quite dangerous. Suspicion would glean in her emerald pools as she released a cooly worded phrase. "Who comes knocking on the gates of Glaciem?" Tail switched behind her restlessly as she waited. |
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